Northton Special Forces Competition Pre-match Training Invitation.

The things Madlovsky took out were such an invitation letter. Many people at the scene took a breath. This year's Northton Special Forces Competition was held in Russia. Before the competition, invitation letters will be sent to countries around the world. These invitation letters are generally divided into two types. One is a formal invitation letter, with at most two in one country, inviting special forces launched by the country; the other is an informal invitation letter, which is held in the hands of some important figures and can be distributed. First, it is a training team, which is commonly known as the sparring team, among which excellent teams can officially join the competition.

The number of teams that a country appears in the main competition marks honor, it is the honor of this country and the honor of the national army. When Madlovsky took out an invitation letter, the people next to him were very excited, and they were all applauding and thanking him.

"Damn, Lao Ma, can you not be so stingy?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Shidong said another sentence, which defeated Madlowsky. He was very depressed and took out another one. After a while, he took out two, a total of three invitation letters, and put them in the hands of the people who were entertained by the Chinese side.

The entire exercise scene was filled with boiling discussions. Everyone in the team gathered in the square had a smile on their faces, and they were very excited, especially when they learned the value of the invitation, they were even more excited and difficult to express in words. We were successful. Our performance today conquered the senior management of the Northton Special Forces Competition. Does this mean that China will achieve a good result in this national competition this year?

Until all the foreign guests left and most of the leaders left. The scene was much easier. Some people breathed a sigh of relief, smiled on their faces, looked at each other, waiting to cheer after announcing their disbandment and celebrated well in the evening.

Zhang Shidong Duan was holding a huge rice jar next to the dining car of the cooking squad, which contained rice. Today, the food was good, braised pork, spinach soup and stir-fried vegetables. While eating, he looked at the whole team gathered in the distance, shaking his head while eating. Wang Ziyan next to him was puzzled: "Isn't this an honor? Why do you seem unhappy?"

A group of leaders came out of the command center. First, an old man with the rank of major general was serious, with a tense face and anger in his eyes. He walked up to everyone surrounded by a group of people and looked around for a while. He snorted coldly as everyone looked at everyone.

"The company commanders and instructors of each company are left and disbanded."

The general personally announced the disbandment. This was the first time. Even the most basic troop link was omitted, leaving only the special forces and the entire exercise force as the company commander of the red and blue sides. Hundreds of people stood in the square to reorganize the team without using amplification equipment. Major General Xue Jianjun, the newly transferred army commander of the Southeast Military Region, walked to these people with his hands, and the stuffiness in his chest was never released. He just felt that Zhang Shidong's performance was a bit strange. When he sent the observation group away, he also talked to Madrowski specifically. In order to avoid the other party being scruples about the affairs of the two countries, he specially chose a private chat method where the two walked alone.

After chatting for a while, Madlowski said a few useful words, and the rest were all whispering. Even these two sentences were all twists and turns without revealing any personal subjective traces.

The previous sentence is: "Zhang Shidong is there, I'm embarrassed not to give a gift to you."

The next sentence is: "It is not good to be disconnected seriously. I realize the status of special operations in the future, so I have to increase my efforts."

The central idea is very simple. The invitation letter was given to Zhang Shidong for his face. As for your exercise, it is OK to play with it. It looks pretty beautiful. With the quality of the special forces here, there is not even the qualification to be a sparring training in Northton. All of them are not as good as Zhang Shidong's personal face.

This is a real blow. Xue Jianjun has just been transferred to the Southeast Military Region. As one of the deputy commanders of this exercise, he is also the commander-in-chief of the Blue Side. He draws on all the experience of special operations obtained from his son Xue Lin and deals with the special forces of the Red Side. He thought that his performance was not good enough to make today's performance tied up. Unexpectedly, the entire exercise was so unbearable in the eyes of others, and even Zhang Shidong's face was not as good as Zhang Shidong's cough.

Looking at Zhang Shidong squatting beside the dining cart drinking soup and chewing braised pork, Xue Jianjun really didn't know what to say. His father's life was brought back from the god of death, and his son's military journey was reopened. Now who in China knows that there is a special garrison regiment in China. Many soldiers there can be instructors in a special training camp. The predecessor of the garrison regiment was actually just Zhang Shidong made it out casually to play.

Is the gap really that big?

"I'll ask someone to talk to you a few words. Before he comes, I'll inform you about something. These three invitations are not for us, but for the sake of this person's face. The implication is that your performance is too bad, and they are too lazy to be reserved and polite, that is, you don't have the qualifications to be a sparring student in Northton."

Wow!

The following discussion buzzed, and Xue Jianjun did not stop them, looking at Zhang Shidong: "Instructor Zhang, come and say a few words. I've come here, so I can't just have a meal and leave."

Wang Ziyan served him two tablespoons of braised pork, one tablespoon of white rice, holding the rice jar. Zhang Shidong stood up, and the spoon was overflowing with sharp tips. A large mouth was stuffed into his mouth. The greasy braised pork wrapped every grain of rice, and the corners of his mouth were covered with oil stains. Looking at Xue Jianjun, he nodded and walked to the front of more than a hundred people with his head. He lowered his head and ate a few more mouthfuls before he raised his head, chewed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No, actually, it's not bad. General Xue is too harsh. The exercise is very successful. There is no problem with the tightening from beginning to end. And that major, Lao Ma always likes to talk nonsense. What do you do if you take care of an old man? There is no need to change in the face of absolute strength. The more you fight these A-type troops, the more you give, the more funds you give, you don't have to be polite and fierce." Zhang Shidong said that, he was about to go down. How could Xue Jianjun let him do what he wanted: "Instructor Zhang, you still don't take the Demon Capital as yours. What happened a few days ago. All of us think that Instructor Zhang is a man of paranormal. What's wrong? Is it because my team is too bad. Do you refuse to say a few words?"

With Xue Jianjun's support, everyone turned their attention to Zhang Shidong indignantly, looking forward to him giving everyone an explanation. Are we really so unbearable? The three invitation letters were given by him alone. So many of us are not as good as one-third of the same as he alone?

Zhang Shidong widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide. He looked at Xue Jianjun and said something that made all the officers and soldiers in the venue want to kill him.

"General Xue, how did you guess it?"

Yes, because your team is so bad, I don’t even have the interest to say a few words.

Xue Jianjun wanted to vomit blood. Looking at Zhang Shidong, he really didn't know what to say below. Is there any harsh tongue in this world than this?

There are a few bad-tempered people who have rolled up their arms and sleeves to beat Zhang Shidong. What are you talking nonsense? You really think that you are a character and give you a face, right? You are so angry that your parents don’t know you.

He ate all the rice and braised pork in the rice jar. He took the soup bowl handed over by Wang Ziyan, and drank another bowl of soup. Then he burped with satisfaction. He took the napkin handed over by Wang Ziyan and wiped his mouth, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it.

In front of everyone, there was no military style at all. He pointed at the person in front of him and slowly exhaled a breath of smoke: "It's true, I'm too lazy to comment. Are you playing games? Or are you deducing the simulated battle situation? By the way, you are practicing. It's good to have this result. It's still a certain amount of viewing when you take it out. However, when you arrive at Northton, you will be beaten to the point of being beaten to the face of Jiangdong's elders on the first day. I guess half of them will take off their military uniforms, so as to avoid embarrassment after returning."

"You fart!" Finally someone couldn't help it and cursed at Zhang Shidong. They were all young men and could withstand the hardships, but this insult could not be tolerated no matter what. With a starting lineup, everyone next launched a language attack on him.

Xue Jianjun didn't speak, all the leaders closed their mouths. Seeing that the leader didn't speak, the more fierce the scolding became. Zhang Shidong smoked calmly, watching the group of people listening to their insults, and did not react. Through the crowd, he looked at another group of people walking towards the distance, and watched Wang Ziyan running over to support a Cangfa old man with two golden stars in the middle. The eyebrows were somewhat similar between the old and the young, so you could know the relationship between the two without guessing.

Zhang Shidong looked at the gradually darkening sky, walked to the guards beside him and took Bawu off his body, put it in his hand and pushed it against the crowd. Suddenly, a solemn aura was released from his body. He opened the gun and pointed it at someone, took a few steps, and rushed forward with his footsteps. The person who was aimed at the gun showed horror in his eyes and kept retreating backwards. Those who stood in the same line as him had the danger of being killed immediately.

He stopped and threw the gun back. Zhang Shidong smiled and shook his head to face the old man with a smile, standing still and saluting him: "Hello, Chief."

"Xiao Zhang, why? I don't give me face when I come here. Aren't you worthy of your evaluation?" Wang Xijin, deputy general manager of the Southeast Military Region, looked at Zhang Shidong with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhang Shidong scratched his head and smiled depressedly: "No, I was supposed to avenge the little guy, but it wouldn't be good if it spreads out?"

Wang Xijin laughed: "Strike, just hit it casually, I want to see how big the gap is?"
Chapter completed!